For on this night - this rainy nightI have come to awaken deathyes upon this night - this rainy nightto steal its spoken breath.

I roam inside - where ghosts reside searching for a way to seethe tomb that holds the corridor that will set it's spirit free.

So I look around - without a soundfor the tomb he sleeps withinand into the depths slip undergroundas my hunt it now begins.

Upon these steps in the darkest depthsI search this crypt belowwhen suddenly I hear a voicein a tone that's dark and low.

part 2

I declare - you best beware - and be wise of what your seekingupon your breath - to awaken death - in a place with spirits sleepingyour just a pest - disturbing rest - to dare knocking upon my doorso leave my home - my death alone - and return here nevermore.

To my surprise - before my eyes - the tomb it started shaking for in this room - impending doom - his dark soul was awaking I sensed my fear - when death is near - and heard the sounding doorto see the ghost - I feared the most - as a mist raised from the floor

So there I froze - as death arose - as I stood there freezingto see those eyes - of the dark arise - of the soul that I was seizingfor you have a gift - a precious gift - and therefor I awaken upon these steps - in the darkened depths - in the crypt of the forsaken

For I am here - my message clear - and am wise in seekingto steal your voice - yes its my choice - and place it in safe keepingto see you thrive - once again alive - I release your chamber door for you death to be - awake in me - and reside forevermore

I say to thee - just let me be - and give my death respectas for you - you have no clue - this vision you detectso I repeat - you best retreat - and close this chamber doorand to leave my home - my death alone - and return here nevermore!

So there I stood - on rotten wood - and would not be mistaken to come this far - the door ajar - in this crypt of the forsakenfor on this night - this rainy night - I would not let him beuntil I host - his chilling ghost - and awaken him in me.

To see the door - his chamber door - I took a peek insideupon the mist - the frozen mist - to where spirits rest and hideto see the voice - the spoken voice - of the ghost that I was craven but then to see - it frightened me - was within a giant raven.

Standing ten feet tall - I heard him call - slamming his chamber doorto see the size - of those ravens eyes - repeating nevermore nevermorefrom the haunted depths - I ran up the steps - from the tomb of the forsakento leave his home - and his death alone - and to never again awaken !

Author's Notes: I visited Edgar Allen Poes grave - and wow its quite a spooky place - many chilling areas and it gets your imagination really moving - so I went there in the dark and wondered - what if you could just for a night - awaken the greatest poet ever - so into the depths of my imagination I went - and sought the whispers through the dark night air - and came up with this tale - this one was tough - especially part two - but it was a fun write as it came together - cheers ..... Author's Location: Baltimore, Maryland More Poems: ThyLordDracula has posted 22 additional poems- View them? Author's Profile: To learn more about ThyLordDracula - Click HERE Contact Me Via Email...

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